This time, Gaynor told me, it would be a small, informal party starting in the evening and that Tony and I should arrive mid-afternoon. Despite trying to appear casual, I could tell that Tony was excited about the weekend’s prospects. Gaynor, in white shorts and sleeveless top with a deep V neckline, came out to greet us and insisted on giving Tony a quick tour of the house. “Charlie’s in the kitchen,” she told me and off I went. Charlie was opening a chilled bottle of white wine but stopped to embrace me and exchange air kisses.“You’re looking as gorgeous as ever, Jen,” she said, holding me at arms length. “Still got a lovely tan. Been a good summer, hasn’t it?”“Yes, wonderful weather Charlie,” I agreed, “but a little cloudier today.” “Hmmm,” she nodded, offering me a glass of wine. “Not a day for being around the pool, I’m afraid. Still, we’ll have fun, won’t we?” and she laughed before sipping some wine. “I take it Gaynor’s showing Tony where everything is.” I boosted myself up onto a stool at the breakfast bar and took another drink of wine. “What sort of party have you got lined up tonight?” “Oh, nothing elaborate. Just a few people, nibbles and drinks,” she said. “Evan’s not here, he’s in Spain somewhere on business. No idea what sort of business, probably buying more property or meeting people to do deals. Who knows? I don’t get involved in that sort of stuff.” “Thought you’d be round the pool,” came Gaynor’s husky voice as she led Tony into the kitchen. “Bit cloudy,” said Charlie. “Yes, but still warm and, look, the sun’s coming through. Let’s get out there while we can. In a couple of hours, people will start to arrive.”It turned out that Charlie’s “few people” was four, John and Helen from next door plus Miranda but no Karen. Justin was last to arrive. So, we were eight in total and “the nibbles” consisted of the huge table in the dining room groaning under the weight of a hot and cold buffet. I introduced Tony to John and Helen and she said, “Wonderful to meet you. I’m really glad you could make it this time. Your poor wife sat all quiet in a corner without you, didn’t you Jenny? Couldn’t join in all the fun at all, could you dear?” I smiled. “I was fine, Helen, enjoyed the show just fine. I like to watch.” “Yes, well, if you say so,” she said doubtfully. “But I reckon it’s much better to take part.” “We’re not all the same, dear,” said John. “And thank God for that. I’m sure Jen enjoyed herself and will again tonight. Especially now that Tony can be with us.” He smiled at all three of us. “Should we get something to eat?”It was a little after nine when everyone had finished eating and we were all in the large lounge. Dance music ideal for smooching came over the sound system and Charlie and Miranda were first up, in the middle of the room arms wrapped around each other and hips swaying. Helen (surprise, surprise) moved in on Justin and John asked me to dance. Gaynor and Tony talked for a while on a sofa until they, too, got up and danced. John was a gentlemen, holding me lightly and not pressing his groin into me. The same politeness couldn’t be said of Helen who was grinding into Justin with her hands pulling on his buttocks. Justin indulged her, smiling down at her. After three or four numbers, I thanked John and returned to the sofa and my wine. John danced with Charlie and Miranda drifted across the room and took Gaynor’s place in Tony’s arms. “How’re you doing?” asked Gaynor, sitting next to me. “Okay,” Ankara escort I said, watching Tony gyrating his hips as Miranda moved in close, her hands on his shoulders. “Tony seems to be enjoying himself.” Gaynor smiled. “Yep, looks like Miranda’s getting him warmed up.” We sat in silence for a few minutes, watching the couples dancing, before Gaynor took my hand and, with a husky, come on, led me into the middle of the floor. I could feel her beautiful breasts squashing against me. Her pubic bone pressed against my hip as we slowly circled and swayed. Then she bent her head, kissed my cheek and whispered, “This will warm up Tony even more.” It was then that Helen said loudly, “Go for it, Charlie.” Charlie, now naked, was perched on a high stool and John stood in front of her, his trousers down at his ankles. Charlie slowly stroked his cock while fingering her pussy with her other hand. We all stopped dancing to watch as Charlie bent forward and expertly used her mouth to slide a condom onto John’s stiff member. He shuffled to place himself between Charlie’s open thighs and she raised her knees, exposing her wet inviting hole. As John’s cock wavered at her entrance, Charlie removed his T-shirt and then, with one hand, fed his eager probe into her. By now, Miranda had brought Tony over to me and Gaynor stood aside, leaving him standing between us both. I put my right arm around his waist and Gaynor placed her left hand on his shoulder. Tony kept his gaze on Charlie and John, who was now pumping up and down her squishy tunnel. “Give it to her, John,” shouted Helen. “Fuck her good and proper.” “Good God,” whispered Tony, “that’s incredible.” I couldn’t see that Charlie and John were doing anything exceptional. “What’s incredible?” I whispered back. “Over there,” and Tony nodded across the room in the direction of Helen. She had brought Justin’s black cock out of his trouser fly and was stroking it with her right hand. He was semi-erect, his plum head still pointing at the floor. Helen’s tiny fist stroked along most of his column but she couldn’t reach down as far as his purple helmet. I leaned into Tony and, with my left hand, felt his bulge. “Exciting, isn’t it?” I said looking up at his face. “Hmmm, it is that.” It was then that John let out a gasp or two, his legs trembled and Charlie held him tight, saying, “That’s it, come on, shoot it all out. That’s a good boy, John.” Miranda led polite applause which everyone joined in except Helen, who would not release her grip on Justin. John withdrew from Charlie and she eased the condom off his withering weapon and wrapped it in a tissue. She got off the stool and John, his face red after his exertions, pulled up his pants. Miranda walked to the stool and with a crooked finger beckoned to Helen, who slowly made her way across the room, having reluctantly released Justin. Miranda slipped out of her dress and was naked all except for her red high heels. I felt Tony twitch at the sight of Miranda’s brown curvaceous body. Miranda then helped Helen disrobe and, in seconds, the woman from next door was naked, her nipples standing proud on her small breasts. Miranda cupped a hand on Helen’s mound and declared, “My, you’re sopping. Come feel this, Justin.” I held my breath as Justin made his way to the two naked women, his cock still hanging from his trousers. Helen stood with her legs open and Justin felt her pussy, his middle finger sliding into Ankara escort bayan the dark, wet recess.“Oh fuck,” said Helen as the finger pushed, poked and pleasured her. Miranda unbuttoned Justin’s trousers, let them drop and he stepped out of them. He was barefoot and naked from the waist down with his mammoth tube now in Miranda’s hands. She knelt, kissed and licked the huge knob end as a prelude to wrapping her lips around it and sucking it into her mouth. Helen had her little fist on the shaft again and Justin removed his finger from her pussy as both women paid attention to his monster. When Miranda stopped sucking and stood again, Justin had grown considerably. Helen’s hand was at the base, pressed up against his pubic hair, and the rest of his black baton was thick and pulsating, the veins clearly engorged. Helen stroked and rubbed along the length and I couldn’t help but sigh as it stiffened, hardened and rose steadily and dramatically. “Oh my,” I said through pursed lips. Tony kissed the top of my head and said, “I reckon he’s as big as your dildo.” I nodded but didn’t speak. I concentrated on Justin’s growing pole which was being stroked by both girls. I was envious and frustrated. I so wanted to feel his pulsating flesh in my hands but, instead, I gripped Tony’s cock through his trousers. I knew I’d leaked into my panties and they became wetter when Miranda and Helen knelt in front of Justin as he masturbated his huge snake. Miranda caressed his balls and Helen sat back on her heels, massaging her tits and licking her lips ready for Justin’s ejaculate. It wasn’t a long wait. The plum head swelled, opening up the one eye, and the first spurt landed in Helen’s hair. The second and third splattered into her face, the fourth gushed over her chest and the fifth Miranda took on her tongue. She turned to kiss Helen and I assumed she’d transferred Justin’s milky fluid into her mouth. Justin’s wonderful dong slowly lowered from the horizontal until it was home again, lolling between his lean thighs. Helen planted a kiss on the purple dome before John handed her a face towel. “Well,” said Gaynor, turning to look at Tony, “I think that wraps up tonight’s public entertainment. Did you enjoy the show?” “I certainly did. I must congratulate you,” he said, “you know how to put on a show.” With her throaty, husky chuckle, Gaynor said, “You haven’t seen nothing yet, the fun’s only just begun” and kissed him firmly on the lips before walking away to join Charlie and Justin, who had put his trousers back on.“She’s never kissed me on the lips before,” said a surprised Tony. I squeezed the bulge in his pants. “Get used to it, honey. I think she’ll be kissing lots more of you before this night’s over.” I winked and put a forefinger under his chin and closed his mouth. “That’s better, you don’t look quite so idiotic.” Tony gazed into my eyes for a few seconds. Wrapping his arms around me, he kissed the tip of my nose and said, “I can’t wait. I mean,” he stammered, “you do mean you and Gaynor will be… er… ” “Getting it on for you,” I supplied. “Yes, that’s what I mean. But first, why don’t you get me another drink?” Tony kissed my nose again, squeezed me, and went to the dining room in search of more wine as I crossed the room to where Gaynor was wrapping up the proceedings. I heard John thanking Gaynor and Charlie for another super night and Helen, dressed but disheveled, added, “I must Escort Ankara have a shower. That delightful monster blew a load in my hair.” She ran fingers through her matted locks. “Ugh, what a mess. But what a bloody lovely way to get messed up.” She laughed and noticed that I’d joined the group. “Ah, Jenny, have you enjoyed watching again?” “Yes, Helen, it was very entertaining, thank you. I can see that you enjoyed taking part.” “Oh yes, dearie,” she said with a smile lighting up her face. “I just love Justin’s big black cock, what a delight.” She paused, looking at me as Tony handed me a glass of wine. “I must say, Jen, I’m surprised you haven’t joined in. I mean, you’re a very attractive woman and, if you don’t mind me saying, I’ve watched you ogling Justin’s cock. Weren’t you tempted to have a feel.” “Now, now,” cautioned John. “No, it’s okay, John,” I said, clutching Tony’s hand. “Yes, Justin’s cock is amazing but I’m quite happy to look at it, thanks. No offence to you Helen, but I’m not into taking part in public displays other than as a viewer.” “Ahh, a voyeur. Okay, dearie, if that’s how you get your kicks. It’s not for me, I’d rather get involved, press the flesh as it were. Isn’t that right, John?” “Yes, Helen,” he said, ‘but, like I always tell you, we’re all different. Remember, if people like Jen didn’t like watching, we wouldn’t have anyone to perform to, would we? And, on that note, I really do think we should be going. You do need a shower, after all.”Miranda left with the next door couple. “Another threesome on the cards there,” said Charlie and we all settled down with drinks just before midnight. I was the filling in a sandwich between Gaynor and Tony on the five-seater sofa while Justin and Charlie sat in separate armchairs. “Everybody comfortable?” asked Charlie and, using a couple of remotes, dimmed the lighting and switched on a large, flat screen TV. Here we go, I thought, and yes, a porn film started to play. The opening scene quickly unfolded. A white girl playing with a huge black dildo (Where have I seen that before?) was joined by a buxom, wide-hipped black woman. After three or so minutes of kissing and slurping on the screen, Gaynor said softly and urgently, “Uh, oh, it’s no good.” She looked beyond me at Tony. “Excuse me, there’s something I must do. Hope you don’t mind, Tony.” Gaynor’s lips fixed on mine, her hands either side of my face. Her tongue swept into my mouth, licking and searching. I responded, murmuring low, and she sucked my tongue. I raised my hands to her large breasts, the nipples already hard beneath her cotton top. I rubbed and squeezed the soft yet firm globes, wanting and wishing to suckle them. Gaynor stopped kissing, drew the cotton top over her head, leaving her magnificent tits to swing free. Tony moved in his seat next to me, half-turning to get a clearer view of his wife and their caramel-skinned friend. “Are you okay with this,” I asked him. He nodded, eyes wide and glinting. But no words. Struck dumb with anticipation and excitement. Two prominent nipples awaited. I sucked, licked and teased them with my fingers as Gaynor murmured and ran her fingers gently through my abundant hair. “My turn,” she whispered and, stripping me of my top, fondled my heaving mounds, pinching and twisting my tender nips before lowering her head to gently suck and feed on those teats. Without faltering in her attentions to my chest, Gaynor parted my knees with her hands and slid over my body to wedge herself between my thighs. Her breasts squashed on my stomach and her hands smoothed along my rib cage, fingers so feather light, as she nuzzled in my cleavage, her soft cheeks brushing my boobs. I was dripping into my panties and Gaynor decided now was the time to get naked.